Secrets Between Lovers

I awaken quietly and smile…

A smile you question whenever you see it,

Because it seems I’m smiling at a secret,

And it’s true…I am.

It’s something I can’t express, and if I did,

You would not know it as I do,

Enjoy it as I do,

Appreciate it as I do,

Love it as I do.

It could be the childlike peacefulness

That I see in your sleeping face,

Or the way the morning sunlight streaming through the window

Stops to play in your tousled hair,

Or the soft rhythm of your relaxed breathing,

Or the warmth of you as you lie beside me,

Or the graceful, well-sculpted lines of your body,

Or the twin dimples at the base of your spine,

Or the exquisite whiteness of your breasts,

Or the velvet smoothness of your skin as I touch you,

Or perhaps the pouting expression on your lips

As you turn your face to me, close enough to kiss.

You awaken, smile at me, and I kiss you again,

Watching you s-t-r-e-t-c-h, and I am eager to start my day with you.

You blink your eyes and smile knowingly,

Asking, “Why are you smiling like that?”

And I reach for you, hold you and answer,

“It’s a secret.”